Becca looks exhausted as she all but collapses into the seat across from me. I set my menu down, equally tired.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I just got here myself. You okay?"
She nods wearily.
I take a moment to wonder what's up with her. I myself just finished a vicious battle with my nemesis, Electra. Yes, I, local dumbass Milo, am actually the hero Frostbite. Shocking, I know.
Becca picks up the fast food menu. So do I. "What held you up?" I inquire.
"Oh, y’know, stupid people, not important," she says quickly. "Ooh, they got chimkin strips."
I brush it off. We have our date, laughing and joking over cheap food, then I walk her home. I wince as my rib suddenly throbs horribly. Electra could punch.
"You okay?" Becca asks, concern lacing her features.
"Yep," I lie. "I'm fine."
She doesn't buy it. "Lemme see-"
"NO!!"
I clear my throat. "Uh, no, I'm fine, really."
I hadn’t had time to change, so I had thrown civilian clothes over my costume. I couldn't let her see.
But she was already stepping forward, hand on my shirt.
"Wait, you can't-"
Too late.
She pulls the hem of my shirt up to expose my hand-sewn costume. She freezes, her expression unreadable.
" . . . So funny story," I start, but she shushes me. To my surprise, she pulls off her own shirt to reveal . . .
" . . . You gotta be kidding me."
Electra hadn’t changed either. Becca looks at me.
Suddenly I'm biting back a grin. The whole thing is so unexpected.
" . . . Sorry about your ribs," she offers uncertainly.
I laugh. And laugh. And keep laughing, because the whole thing is so ridiculous. She laughs too. We both put our shirts back on and I walk her home, wondering if I should offer to team up against Thunderbolt, an even bigger villain from another state.
Right now though, I'm thinking I should apologize for the presumably aching bruises I left between her shoulder blades. Ice hurts.
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Reply to [WP] The superhero and villain date in their secret identities and don't know that they are enemies, today both are late to a date by Janus-Moth
"So sorry I'm late, Milo, ugh."
Becca looks exhausted as she all but collapses into the seat across from me. I set my menu down, equally tired.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I just got here myself. You okay?"
She nods wearily.
I take a moment to wonder what's up with her. I myself just finished a vicious battle with my nemesis, Electra. Yes, I, local dumbass Milo, am actually the hero Frostbite. Shocking, I know.
Becca picks up the fast food menu. So do I. "What held you up?" I inquire.
"Oh, y’know, stupid people, not important," she says quickly. "Ooh, they got chimkin strips."
I brush it off. We have our date, laughing and joking over cheap food, then I walk her home. I wince as my rib suddenly throbs horribly. Electra could punch.
"You okay?" Becca asks, concern lacing her features.
"Yep," I lie. "I'm fine."
She doesn't buy it. "Lemme see-"
"NO!!"
I clear my throat. "Uh, no, I'm fine, really."
I hadn’t had time to change, so I had thrown civilian clothes over my costume. I couldn't let her see.
But she was already stepping forward, hand on my shirt.
"Wait, you can't-"
Too late.
She pulls the hem of my shirt up to expose my hand-sewn costume. She freezes, her expression unreadable.
" . . . So funny story," I start, but she shushes me. To my surprise, she pulls off her own shirt to reveal . . .
" . . . You gotta be kidding me."
Electra hadn’t changed either. Becca looks at me.
Suddenly I'm biting back a grin. The whole thing is so unexpected.
" . . . Sorry about your ribs," she offers uncertainly.
I laugh. And laugh. And keep laughing, because the whole thing is so ridiculous. She laughs too. We both put our shirts back on and I walk her home, wondering if I should offer to team up against Thunderbolt, an even bigger villain from another state.
Right now though, I'm thinking I should apologize for the presumably aching bruises I left between her shoulder blades. Ice hurts.